Creme Puff- le Magnifique

Cream Puff, le Magnifique You say that you put vanilla pudding in a cream puff? I thought this was a misdemeanor or a felony. Oh, cream puff, what is it about you? With the first bite, I instantly hear the first eight measures of Debussy's Clair de Lune, not from a piano, but the orchestra’s string section. Doesn’t everyone? Your pillow of puff is your golden crown and below is a white cream that could blind the whiteness of the brightest clouds on a summer’s day. To eat you is like breathing blissfulness. And so, you see my roommate fair I am justified hucking that tennis ball at you down the hall when you made off with - the last cream puff- so stealthily.